Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2003 05:12:52 -0400
From: Tom Cup
Subject: Stephen Miller's Journal by Tom Cup - Chapter 4- A/Y, Incest
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Stephen Miller's Journal
By Tom Cup
Chapter 4
Rules of the Game
November 15, 1992
It has been two weeks since my last encounter with Robby. I am going crazy.
I cannot stop thinking about him. He and Jon have avoided having sex in the
next room so I have been denied even the sounds of their lovemaking. I'm
beginning to wonder if I have done something to upset the boys, if this is a
punishment for an error or misstep. The absurdity in the thought does not
escape me. I should be happy that I am no longer included in their sexual
play but I am not.
Over the last two weeks, the boys have kept a cordial distance. It is as if
they are waiting for something but I am at a loss to discover what. Dr.
Ritten is also cordial and seems genuinely amused by the boys' behavior
toward me.
"They really like you," Dr. Ritten whispered, his hand gently rubbing my
back. I was relieved to hear I wasn't going to be dismissed. The longer the
air of semi-formality continued the more concerned I was that the boys had
changed their minds toward me. I realized that Jon's words to me were not
simply encouragement but also a threat. Dr. Ritten would listen if the boys
said that they not longer approved of my presence. No doubt, a day after the
conversation there would be a new ad looking for someone else to care for
the Ritten children. After Dr. Ritten's encouragement, I decided to go to
Jon and ask him if there was anything wrong. I mean I didn't expect Robby to
move in with me or anything but there wasn't even a hint of what had
happened between us. It bothered me.
"No nothing's wrong," Jon said smiling, "We were just waiting."
"Waiting for what?"
"For you to make the next move."
I stared at him in disbelief. I realized that I didn't want to be the
initiator in the relationship. Somehow it felt better to be the submissive
participant, then I could rationalize my participation. I could convince
myself that I didn't really want to have sex with Robby but couldn't help
myself. But it was a lie. I did want him. Robby knew it. Jon knew. I knew.
It made sense for them to force me to make the next move. We were
co-conspirators. None of us were innocent. If I wanted to enjoy the fruits
of the vineyard I had to be willing to put forth effort. I had to dirty my
hands and reveal my passion. As I thought these things I felt the stirring
in my loins. I would not be allowed to play this game by my rules. I had to
learn the house rules. The boys had shown me their hands. If I wished to
continue to play I had to show them mine.
"Are you making a move then Stephen?" Jon asked. I nodded. "I'm sorry," Jon
said, "I didn't quite catch that."
"Yes Jon," I said, "I want this."
Jon smiled and nodded. "Good. We were hoping you did."
Jon stretched himself out on his bed. He fondled himself gently for a brief
moment, then sighed and looked longingly at me. There was nothing else to be
said. It was my move. I sat beside him and laid my hand on his groin. I felt
his penis respond. He sighed again. I was nervous as I took the initiative
and unbuttoned his pants. He lay still, staring into my eyes. I unzipped his
pants, pulled them down with his briefs and stared at his adolescent region.
The sight of his milky whiteness, firm, taught skin excited my senses. I ran
my hand up his belly, moving his shirt to capture full view of his stomach.
I took a long glance from his chest to his naked thigh and marveled at the
beauty beneath me. I undressed him completely. He assisted me only by
following my directions to lift his legs or his head. He did nothing that I
did not instruct. I spoke in whispered hoarse tones, excited that he was
obeying my every word. I explored his body first with my hands and then with
my lips. I trembled with his cock in my mouth and determined that I wanted
to bring him off. Sucking diligently I was reward as he grunted his approval
and sprayed his release. I was still fully dressed and wanted no more.
"Did I do OK?" I asked.
"That was great."
Jon slid under his covers naked. I returned to my room with the satisfaction
of Jon's approval and taste of him in my mouth. I didn't know what other
rules the boys were following. I was sure I would learn them as time went
on. I was happy that I had made it over the first hurdle that was placed
before me. I was also happy that Jon now knew I was willing to play along,
to learn the rules of the game. It is a game I believe I will enjoy playing.
November 19, 1992
Dr. Ritten came to me today and asked what my plans were for Thanksgiving. I
had planned to go home for the holiday but he said that the boys would be
disappointed. They would have a week off from school and had hoped to spend
time with me. My parents were disappointed but understood. I explained that
Dr. Ritten would still be working and that I was needed to look after the
boys. Mother asked about Thanksgiving Day, wondering if I could get away and
spend time with them the day before and return to work the day after. It
didn't seem practical and in the end I said I would ask about coming home
for Christmas.
November 20, 1992
I was pleasantly surprised by gracious hugs from both Jon and Robby today.
They were pleased that I had cancelled my plans to go home for the holiday.
I was overjoyed that I had pleased them. Jon asked a favor.
"I want to watch you get it on with Robby."
"What?"
"Come on Stephen don't be a prude. It'll be fun."
"I don't know."
"Come Stephen," Robby said taking my hand and pulling me toward the bed.
"Wait. I don't know about this. What if your Dad comes home early or
something?"
"Stop worrying about that," Jon said.
Again the thought that Dr. Ritten might well already know of his boys sexual
exploits crept into my mind but with Jon seated at my desk unzipping his fly
and Robby stripping naked before me, I pushed the thought away and began
getting undressed.
"That's it," Jon coached, "Now you're getting into the spirit of things."
"You bring the lube?" Robby asked.
My mouth dropped open as Jon removed his stroking hand, reached in his
pocket and tossed a small tube of KY to Robby.
"You mean you want me to..." I could not finish the sentence. My heart was
pounding in my ears. My penis leapt to attention. Jon smiled and resumed his
slow teasing of his erection. Robby nodded eagerly and applied the jell to
his rectum. I shook my head. Everything in me said that this was going to
far.
"Don't be a bore Stephen," Robby smiled pointing at my erection, "You know
you want to."
"I may want to but that doesn't make it right."
"Right, wrong, boring," Jon mocked.
"Are you going to fuck me or not?" Robby asked.
My mind was spinning. I couldn't process what was happening fast enough. I
was being asked to penetrate a thirteen-year-old while his fifteen-year-old
brother watched and masturbated. I couldn't. Fear gripped me. Robby began
inserting his fingers in his ass, moaning and humping himself. Jon watched
the performance, continuing his manipulation of his cock. I stood
dumbfounded by the sight of the two.
"Come on Stephen," Robby called, rotating his hips and grinding his fingers
in his ass, "I'm ready."
I was drawn to him, pulled by his hypnotic dance. I found myself lying on
top of him, his legs in the air. I looked up at Jon. He was leaning forward
in the chair. He angled himself to get a better view of Robby and my action.
He continued stroking himself. His strokes were more purposeful in
anticipation of me entering his brother. Robby's hands roamed through my
hair drawing my attention back to his angelic face. He pulled my head down
to his lips and tongued my mouth.
"It's OK," Robby whispered, "Get off inside of me."
I slid into his warm crevice trembling. My pelvis moved of its own accord.
Robby's body yielded willingly to me. I became lost in his heated
elasticity. He moved to greet my every thrust. My hardness was gripped and
encouraged to grow with every stoke. We grunted and groaned our delight. I
continued to push deeper into him, weeping because of the joyous stimulation
and for the loss of my soul. Jon stood, dropped his pants sensing my coming
release. Robby pumped his ass hard against me. Jon voiced his pleasure
saying, "Ah yeah, that's hot." His hand became a flurry. He arched back and
shot his cum over Robby and me. Feeling his splattered heat striking me, I
cried out, plummeted deep into Robby, and emptied myself inside of him.
"That was all I needed," Robby said as I pulled out of him. I was panting
and dazed.
"Good show," Jon said returning from my bathroom and tossing clothes to
Robby and me. We cleaned up. The boys talked about the plans for
Thanksgiving Dinner -- what they wanted to mention to their father that they
wanted served this year -- as if what had just transpired was a simple side
note to the day. It wasn't for me. It was the hottest sexual experience I
had ever been a part of. I sat back on the bed and listened to them chatter.
I wondered what other games the boys had in store for me. I know that I am
theirs now. My resistance is gone.
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